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 I feel like a empty shell.
A soul that see's beauty only where it's hard to find.
I sent pieces of my heart away with people who once upon a time swore to protect it.
The ones that challenged my storm as a simple yet powerful summer breeze. 
There is a advantage in being a storm.
I can destroy any threat that comes my way but some get caught in the eye of the storm.
There safe with me on the inside.
 But I'm destroying everything around them.
That's no way to live so I had to find a way to destroy the storm and set the captives free.
Destroying the relationship has been the only way.
They don't deserve to be tortured by my temper. 
Being weighed down by my weirdness, witch I always thought was a good thing.
It was supposed to make me unique.
 Being torn a part by the thorns of the rose's they laid on my heart. 
But all the rose's turn to black. 
They wilt differently. Rose peddels flout up and out of sight and down comes the ash that feeds the wrath of my storm.